Chapter 22 The Dark Muzzle of the Gun

These three guys clearly look like trouble, I need to go check it out.

Zhang Xiaowei's heart tightened as he quickly turned around and rushed towards the yard where the two motorcycles were parked.

Bang bang bang!

Just as he reached the door, he heard a violent pounding sound coming from it.

"Who's there?"

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaowei then heard Tan Xiaoli's inquiry.

"Open up, it's Zhu San!"

The fierce-looking leader roared and resumed pounding on the door.

Zhang Xiaowei entered the yard just in time to see Tan Xiaoli opening the door.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

As soon as the door opened, Zhu San immediately grabbed Tan Xiaoli's wrist and forced his way in.

"Damn it, that bastard Wang Wu owes me money and still hasn't paid up. Where is he?"

"My husband is sick, he's lying in bed right now. How much does he owe you?"

"Twenty thousand yuan!"

After Tan Xiaoli asked, one of Zhu San's lackeys stretched out two fingers fiercely, indicating the amount.

"How come it's so much!"